I feel this one in the deepest part of me.

…t up, ate, got some sunshine, took his medication. We waited as he fought his way through the dark. I sometimes stood outside his door and listened, holding my breath so I could hear the murmur of his voice as he talked to friends and confided in them more than me. I wasn’t snooping; I was just making sure he was there.
I Didn’t Get A Manual, But Neither Did He
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Melissa Corrigan
Mary DeVries
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Feb 18, 2024
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I feel this one in the deepest part of me. It's lonely outside that door. I've been there. You write about this very eloquently
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I delight, despair and write about a life lived around the world. Fueled by Yorkshire Gold tea.
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